The guy that I love is named Lou.
I love him, I love him, I do.
Not only is Lou on my mind,
He's in it, around it, beside it,
Below it, above it, in front, and behind.
(..for me...)
(alright)
I went to the grocery store
To buy a loaf of bread.
(well)
I couldn't stop the name of Lou
From poppin' in my head.
(uh-huh)
Absent minded me I score a loaf of Lou instead.
If that isn't love, what is?
(oh, Josie, you sure got a bad case of it, honey)
I had my car filled up with gas.
It cost me four-oh-two.
And as I paid I felt my face turn into rosy hue.
I realize I asked him to fill it up with Lou.
If that isn't love then what is?
If that isn't love, gee-wiz what is?
He's not just pretend.